Summers ago when he was ten
his first blush was born from her glance
on his yard fell the first rain
he had but met her only once.
Most precious gift gave her tiny hand
one that he kept in a matchbox
no ring it was a red rubber band
long lost still at his heart knocks.
How can stop time by a girl's whim
stales never a moment of closeness
when love was an unripened dream
lust was an unknown address.
The boy soon grew to become a man
the girl went to some faraway land
they come but once in one lifespan
his first blush her hand's rubber band.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Summers ago when he was ten
his first blush was born from her glance
on his yard fell the first rain
he had but met her only once.
Most precious gift gave her tiny hand
one that he kept in a matchbox
no ring it was a red rubber band
long lost still at his heart knocks.
How can stop time by a girl's whim
stales never a moment of closeness
when love was an unripened dream
lust was an unknown address.
The boy soon grew to become a man
the girl went to some faraway land
they come but once in one lifespan
his first blush her hand's rubber band.
this poem waited for over forty years to be born.
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